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chris webby - cuz i'm drunk lyrics

[verse 1: chris webby]
i get rowdy, rough, drunk, excited and amped
on the table all night, i’m the beer pong champ
drink until my mothaf-ckin’ liver gets cramps
and i’ve lost everything within the pockets of my pants
like, “sh-t where’s my phone? keys? sh-t, who has my wallet?”
“dude, you probably lost it, you stupid alcoholic”
ha, f-ck you b-tch, i weigh 160
so it only takes a few shots to get myself tipsy
a few more then i’m drunk, then i move on to wasted
then black out, find me p-ssed out on the pavement
slurring every statement, vision getting blurry
sippin’ 40’s from four-forty to two-thirty
i’m dirty, plus i ball like michael
get wasted like plastic that isn’t recycled
i’m too fly, rhymin’ it nice
so drunk i could get a dui on a bike
mix up the lime with a little coconut
takin’ shots outta half-filled solo cups
get smashed like dropped pottery
probably couldn’t walk a straight line if i had a f-ckin’ cop watchin’ me
walkin’ into sh-t like i couldn’t avoid it
just lookin’ for a girl, tryna’ make some poor choices
but whether i get laid or end up in a brawl
i just blame it on the a-a-alcohol

[chorus: chris webby]
’cause i’m drunk
so do not play around with me ’cause i’m drunk
somebody take away my keys ’cause i’m drunk
sh-t i can barely even see
i think it’s time to make some bad decisions ’cause i’m drunk

[verse 2: mic galper]
i come through already blunted like flip cup, who want it?
twenty on the table son, i’m about to make a hundred
you can make it rain but i’m ’bout to make it sunny
that means i keep my money, buddy i’m not a dummy
“day and night” it’s the kid, lookin’ for some cudi
got my homie chris webby to make sure she ain’t chubby
cause i drank a lot of bubbly, in the living room stumblin’
everybody lookin’ lovely but i came here for the p-ssy
i love to start beef son i can’t control it
might wake up with missin’ t–th like the hangover
i might wake up with a naked sl-t from angola
i don’t know bro, i’m just saying i ain’t stayin’ sober
so move over ‘fore this fat b-tch puts roofies in my cola
cool that’s what i wanted wrestling sumo with polar
bear, beware when it’s time to go upstairs
f-ck a trojan, got socks make sure you wear a pair

- chris webby lyrics

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